A while back, someone showed up at the playground with a dog, and my kids got terrified. I don't understand how that whole thing started. Dog phobia seems to be contagious.
Anyway. Adi got over it pretty fast, because a girl who thinks baby cockroaches (!!) are cute can hardly be expected to resist the cuteness of a puppy. I decided to use it as a learning opportunity by teaching the other kids not to be afraid of dogs by having them come sit near the dog and pet it.
Later, N and I discussed the incident:
N: "At first I thought the dog was really scary! But then I petted him, and I learned that really, he was really really really really... scary."
So much for my attempts at amateur therapy.
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Amateur speech therapy has been a fail, too. This is me and S over the past couple of weeks:
Me: "The word 'achot' has a *ch* sound in it. Can you say *ch*?"
S: "Ccchhhh"
Me: "Can you say *ach*?"
S: "Ach!"
Me: "Great! Can you say 'achot'?"
S: "Atot!"
Me: "Achot."
S: "I said atot!"
I think it's going to be worth going through the whole speech therapy process again just to have someone else be the one to deal with my 3-year-old.
Speaking of, D can talk really well now. Not that she always chooses to.
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I have been fairly successful at Passover cleaning this year.
Passover cleaning involves making sure there are no leavened-grain food products around the house, and making sure there are no crumbs of leavened food that could get into food on Passover. So, in an already-clean house, sweeping the floors and wiping down the fridge, counters, cabinets and oven with a soapy sponge (plus kashering, but whatever).
In our house, it means looking absolutely everywhere, because the weirdest foods are in the weirdest places. So far I found candy under the bed in the playroom, cheerios under my bed, a cereal bar inside my bed, and a jar of tehina in my closet. Oh, and cornflakes in every drawer in the children's rooms and playroom, naturally.
Anyway. The part that makes me feel like a housekeeping success is that the oven, cabinets, freezer and fridge are already clean, and I have, like, two and a half whole days to go until Passover. I'm getting things done super early this year.
The part that makes me feel less like a housekeeping success is that shutting down the kitchen for three days so that I could slowly clean it (an hour at a time, at night, with the kids in bed) has not affected my cooking habits in the slightest.
Anyway. Adi got over it pretty fast, because a girl who thinks baby cockroaches (!!) are cute can hardly be expected to resist the cuteness of a puppy. I decided to use it as a learning opportunity by teaching the other kids not to be afraid of dogs by having them come sit near the dog and pet it.
Later, N and I discussed the incident:
N: "At first I thought the dog was really scary! But then I petted him, and I learned that really, he was really really really really... scary."
So much for my attempts at amateur therapy.
*****
Amateur speech therapy has been a fail, too. This is me and S over the past couple of weeks:
Me: "The word 'achot' has a *ch* sound in it. Can you say *ch*?"
S: "Ccchhhh"
Me: "Can you say *ach*?"
S: "Ach!"
Me: "Great! Can you say 'achot'?"
S: "Atot!"
Me: "Achot."
S: "I said atot!"
I think it's going to be worth going through the whole speech therapy process again just to have someone else be the one to deal with my 3-year-old.
Speaking of, D can talk really well now. Not that she always chooses to.
*****
I have been fairly successful at Passover cleaning this year.
Passover cleaning involves making sure there are no leavened-grain food products around the house, and making sure there are no crumbs of leavened food that could get into food on Passover. So, in an already-clean house, sweeping the floors and wiping down the fridge, counters, cabinets and oven with a soapy sponge (plus kashering, but whatever).
In our house, it means looking absolutely everywhere, because the weirdest foods are in the weirdest places. So far I found candy under the bed in the playroom, cheerios under my bed, a cereal bar inside my bed, and a jar of tehina in my closet. Oh, and cornflakes in every drawer in the children's rooms and playroom, naturally.
Anyway. The part that makes me feel like a housekeeping success is that the oven, cabinets, freezer and fridge are already clean, and I have, like, two and a half whole days to go until Passover. I'm getting things done super early this year.
The part that makes me feel less like a housekeeping success is that shutting down the kitchen for three days so that I could slowly clean it (an hour at a time, at night, with the kids in bed) has not affected my cooking habits in the slightest.
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